Hey everyone! I'm glad you all enjoyed the Bonus Chapter. People I must point out that Mimi WAS DREAMING. But I also have to say that I include some hints as to what might happen in the sequel. Yes, there is a sequel. It's going to be called, IN SEARCH OF THE TWO L's.

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Here are the replies for Ch. 19:
Super garurumon - I know it was gloomy. I just wasn't in a good place at the time. Thanks though.
Jamy - Everyone was pretty sad this chapter. Mimi's song was "No One" by Alicia Keys, I just changed it around a little.
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michi - The sequel's title is written above. And I have two ideas for those lemons.
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Chapter 20
Rockstar

"Let's go again," Matt said to his band mates.

They were practicing for their next gig, which conveniently happened to be the biggest party Odaiba was ever going to see. Getting hired for it was effortless, Matt was doing it for free but the other guys weren't.

The lead guitar started and then the drums and bass kicked it. Matt strummed the bass and stepped up to the microphone. "I will dedicate and sacrifice my everything just for a second's worth of how my story's ending. Show me what it's for, make me understand it. I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer."

They finished the song and Akira looked at the guys. "So which dance songs are we doing? We need to choose a few or else they won't be too pleased."

"We'll have time later," the drummer, Yutaka said; he was slightly dripping from perspiration. "I'm starving. Can we pick up tomorrow?"

"It's alright with me," Akira said; the other guys nodded and they looked at Matt. "Matt? Is that cool?"

"Yeah," Matt said taking off his bass. "I'm gonna hang around here. I need to write them a special song or else they'll kill me."

"Later man!"

Matt waited till the guys were gone before he pulled his backpack out of the shadows. There was a thick envelope stuffed inside of it. The return address read,

Revolutionary Riot Records
c/o Zomba Recording Corporation
137-139 West 25th Street
New York, New York 10001

It was addressed to Yamato Ishida, not the Teenage Wolves. With trembling hands, Matt turned the envelope over and broke the seal. He pulled out a letter first and read it.

Dear Mr. Yamato Ishida,

We are aware that you had not submitted any of your compositions to our recording label. However, a prominent label in your country was kind enough to forward your information to us. Careful deliberation has been made and unfortunately, we are not interested in a band. Our interest lies more in a solo artist.

The samples that were provided show that you have a very strong sense of writing and production. That is exactly what we look for when signing new talent. It is for this reason that we are contacting you. Should you find this satisfactory our information is enclosed.

Mr. Ishida, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to live your dream and to move to New York. All expenses will be paid and living space will be proved, either single or dorm style, per your choice.

We are looking forward to discussing this matter further with you, it is with regret that you must be informed that this is a somewhat limited time offer. It is a very exclusive invitation and we must insist that you respond to us at your earliest convenience before May 20.

Thank you for your time and again we look forward to future collaboration with you.

Sincerely Yours,
Jared Whitaker
Sr. VP/Revolutionary Riot Records

Matt could have sworn his heart had stopped. His breathing caught and he tried to focus his attention on the piece of paper in his hands. He took notice of the date. It was only a few weeks away.

New York. That was in America. That was such a faraway place. He'd visited a few times with his parents but to move there… Jared Whitaker was right, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He'd have to finish school. Leaving his parents was alright, since he wanted to move out right away to begin with. TK could survive without him; he'd proven that on many occasions. Tai and Mimi, they had each other. Sora…

Sora.

Matt was torn. Live the life he'd only dreamed of or stay with the girl of his dreams? He couldn't decide. His heart was telling him to choose love, his mind was telling him to think about his future. It was really a heartbreaking decision. Choose his happiness over the happiness they'd have together. He'd already seen it in his mind's eye.

The day he'd see her walk down the aisle toward him. The day that Sora Takenouchi would be an Ishida.

He needed more time. Matt decided not to tell anyone about his. He thought it was best to deal with this on his own.

"It doesn't make sense," Izzy said as he and Joe walked out of the library.

"What doesn't?" Joe asked as he tried to secure his books in his messenger bag. "Damn it, this stupid thing ripped. Can you hold this?" Joe shoved a book toward Izzy, who ignored it and kept walking.

"Kira." Izzy rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "At this point in her pregnancy, assuming it really is yours, it would be anywhere from fifteen to sixteen weeks. Now, if that is the case, she'd be developing so called morning sickness and there would be some weight gain."

"Yes," Joe nodded in affirmation. Izzy gave him a "duh" stare and Joe's eyes bulged. "It's not mine. She's not even… but that means…"

Izzy paled and shook his head frantically. "It can't be! I used a condom! And spermicide. I was very thorough!"

"Condoms are 99.9% effective," Joe said glumly.

"Joe, are you willing to engage in a bit of scientific research with me?" Izzy inquired, now almost running down the hallway toward the parking lot.

"Uh," Joe ran after Izzy, trying to hold all his books, "I guess. What are we going to do?"

"Prove that Kira is a lying bitch!"

"Babe," Tai whispered as he shifted their position in his bed. "Why did you ask me what I thought of the name Akeno the other day?"

"Uh, I don't know," Mimi said. The tips of her nails danced over his chest making shapes. "Just a question."

"It means beautiful sunrise right?" Tai asked. Mimi nodded as she laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat.

Tai thought about the name. He really liked it. But he couldn't figure out why Mimi asked. It was true that she was just curious; still, this was Mimi he was considering. She never asked a question for no reason. She had a reason for everything she did and said.

What were the possible reasons for a girl to ask her boyfriend what he thought of a name? Tai pondered it. Well there was genuine interest, but with his girlfriend, that was quickly ruled out. Future kids? Maybe…

Tai stiffened; future kids? A baby name. Mimi was asking him if he liked a baby name. Her head was still resting on his bare chest but he felt like it was a ton of bricks instead. His lungs constricted and his heart rate accelerated.

Mimi sat up and stared at him, her eyes wide with concern. Her caramel orbs locked with his warm chocolate ones. "Tai, love, are you okay?"

Staring at her, the weight lifted. He felt light, lighter than he'd ever felt. He gazed at her, took in every feature of her, from her honey brown locks to her slightly bruised plump lips. It was in that moment that Tai realized that he didn't care if she was pregnant. He wanted this gorgeous, wonderful, and loving woman to be the mother of his children.

Mimi was still looking at him with a look of fear and confusion, "I'm fine. Mi, uh, are you pregnant?"

Mimi was taken aback and laughed. "No, I'm not."

"Oh," Tai said, slightly saddened. "Well, for the record, I really like that name. And if we ever have a son, that's going to be his name. But if it's a girl, I want her name to be Sayuri."

Mimi smiled and leaned in to kiss him. "I really like that one."

"Are you sure that information would be here?" Joe asked anxiously.

"Where else would it be?" Izzy retorted.

"Well there are several other pl-"

Izzy cut Joe off. "It was a rhetorical question. Besides, your brother's clinic is the only one that offers free services to the youth. If Kira were trying to hide this it would be here."

"But, Shuu will kill me if he finds out what we're doing," Joe hissed in Izzy's ear.

"Oh shut up! This is important; I don't want a damn kid any more than you do, so we need to find this information out!"

"Fine," Joe huffed, "but if we get caught, you used your computer powers to brainwash me."

They were walking into the small building that housed Kido and Sons Family Medicine.

"Oh hello, Joe. It's nice to see you here today. What can I help you with? Your father and Dr. Shin aren't in today," the secretary, Jenka, informed.

"Good afternoon Jenka, my friend Izzy here wanted a quick consult with my brother." Joe leaned into Jenka and whispered so Izzy wouldn't be able to hear. "He got…" Joe looked back at Izzy and then to the secretary, "crabs from this girl he's been seeing."

Jenka nodded at Joe, then smiled sympathetically at Izzy. "Follow me honey, Dr. Shuu Kido will be able to help you."

Izzy looked to Joe bewildered. Joe stared him down, giving him the "just play along and go!" look. Izzy conceded and followed Jenka. Joe knew Jenka would handle the preliminary paper work. Shuu would come in shortly; he never mingled with the front office.

Joe ran around toward the other side of Jenka's island like desk. He sat in her chair and pulled up the files of Shuu's non-profit clinic patients. He typed in the password that he really wasn't supposed to know. Successfully gaining access, he dreaded the next step but did it anyway. He called up the file for the name Yamamoto, Kira.

And there it was, in large letters: the name of the person who spawned Kira's demon child.

Sora sat on her bed. She was lying on her stomach with her sketchbook open in front of her and a pencil hanging from between her teeth. Her sock clad feet kicked against the bed's headboard lazily. She was trying to finish this dress. But it wasn't coming out quite the way she wanted it. It looked more like a wedding dress.

She couldn't fathom why she was drawing a lace and satin bodice, let along the slightly poufy long skirt to match. Angrily she slammed the book shut. She brushed that thought away and brought another one to the surface.

It was Prom. The annual gala that sent off the Senior Class. It was a nice way of saying, "Get your asses off of our campus and don't come back."

Sora was designing her own dress. But so far it wasn't coming out how she'd envisioned. Still she had about a month and a half. Satisfied, Sora smiled at the thought of how great Matt would look in a tux, and how much better he'd look without it!

"Knock, knock." Matt cool voice carried over to her.

She smiled shyly. Matt had that power over her. It didn't make her feel vulnerable or self conscious, it made her feel comfortable and slightly sexy. Her hair fell over her eyes as she looked up at him. He was leaning against the doorframe casually. His blond hair was covering one side of his face and his lips were pulled into a drool worthy smirk. But as Sora looked at him closely there was something amiss. His beautiful blue eyes were looking at everything but her. It was like he was trying not to look her in the eye. They'd never had that problem.

"What?" Sora asked carefully. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Matt replied.

"Don't lie to me. I can see it."

Matt sighed and walked over to her. "It's nothing. Calm down. Just some band stuff."

"Tell me," Sora encouraged.

Matt looked away and Sora sat up on the bed. She stood on her knees and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed his lips lightly and then pulled away. "You can tell me anything. You know that. So what's up?"

Matt kissed her hands before pulling them away from his face. He walked over to the window and stared at the fading horizon. "I got a response the other day about our demos that we sent in."

"That's great! What did they say!? Who was it?! Tell me all of it," Sora gushed enthusiastically.

"Well it was from a label called Revolutionary Riot Records."

Sora looked away in thought. "I've never heard of that one. Where is it?"

"Not in Japan," Matt answered.

Sora didn't like that he wasn't happier about this. But she couldn't figure out why. "Keep going."

"They aren't looking to sign the band," Matt whispered.

"Oh, Matt." Sora got up and hugged him from the back. She rested her head on his back. "I'm really sorry. The next, baby, that's the one. Don't give up."

"They want," Matt started as he felt Sora's hands wrap around his stomach and his heart pounded, "just me. They want to sign me as a solo artist."

Sora squealed loudly. Matt covered his ears as Sora jumped up and down. "That's fantastic! Oh Matt, that's great! I'm so proud of you! You told them yes right?"

"No," Matt answered.

"What!?" Sora stopped dancing. "You told them no! I mean that sucks for the guys, but still, this is it! This is what you've been working for since you were fourteen! What's wrong with you? What could possibly make you say no?!"

"You."

Sora's mouth hung open but there was no sound coming out of it. She was dazed. Had he really just given up everything to be with her? Was he that stupid?!

"Call them back!" Sora snapped. "Call them back and accept!"

"I haven't spoken with them. But I don't think I'm going to go through with it," Matt admitted.

"Don't give this up because of me. So what, we'll miss a few hours together, big deal. You can't just say no!"

Matt sighed heavily and pulled Sora into a hug. "It's in New York. The label is in New York. They want me to move out there. I have until the 20th of May to accept."

Sora refused to cry. But inside she was bawling. He was choosing her over everything that every mattered. She wouldn't let him do that. "Go Matt. Go to New York. It's alright."

"Are you insane?" Matt asked, his voice shaking with emotion. "I can't- no, I won't leave. I need you. I want to be with you forever. I don't care about my music, I care about you. Sora, you're my sun, my sky, my world. I'm nothing without you. You're my muse. I'm in love with you."

"Matt," Sora stared into his azure eyes, "I love you."

Matt brought his face closer to hers. "You are my everything."

Yall I did it! I wrote a SORATO moment! I hope you all liked it!

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